he heeds not,
or human love or hate;
whilst i here must cry here
at perfidy ingrate!
o, enviable, early days,
when dang thoughtless pleasure's maze,
to care, to guilt unknown!
how ill exg'd for riper times,
to feel the follies, or the crimes,
of others, or my own!
ye tiny elves that guiltless sport,
like lis in the bush,
ye little know the ills ye court,
when manhood is your wish!
the losses, the crosses,
that active man engage;
the fears all, the tears all,
of dim deing age!